Dress up for someone who doesn’t show up, or couldn’t. Come back, take a stroll in your empty apartment, tiptoe around in those shimmery grey stilettos; they will hurt more now. Pick your phone, click a selfie and in between…
Going to every room, touching every wall— embracing, feeling, absorbing like you can take it away, along some of it at least. You can see yourself little, fragile, undamaged in your summer courtyard of 1998 running, falling, giggling, fighting; now…